You would think that the kid that actually has a future would have a fighting chance.
You would think.
You would think that at some point, the playing field would be in favor of the night bookworm over the night owl.
You would think.
You would think your protector would wake up and stop kidding themselves.
You would think.
You would think that slow and steady wins the race, only to find out the finish line moved.
You would think.
You would think that a promise that cast light into the abyss wouldn't be just a shimmer of hallucinations.
You would think.
You would think that the weakest link would break off eventually and the halves of the chain would be made that much stronger.
You would think.
But you thought wrong.
That kid gets pounded in the ground.
That field is as crooked as a Ponzi scheme.
That protector is of a Rip Van Winkle sort and you're six feet under by the time they rise.
That finish line was never there to begin with.
That shimmer was all the hope in the world, lost to one's own mind.
That weakest link isn't weak, just lazy.